After totally freaking myself out while running outside on Wednesday, a few people commented that maybe I shouldn’t write it off entirely. At first, that sounded like crazy talk, but when we had a third unseasonably warm day in a row, I found it difficult to submit to the treadmill. Instead, I opted for a different stretch of bike path running through a neighborhood where I suspected there would be a lot of stay at home moms.
My guess was right. I felt much more safe running there where I continually passed women with strollers and/or dogs. It probably didn’t hurt that I remembered my bear mace and brought a cell phone. [Still not my silica gel encased iPhone. :-(] Anyway, it was much better, which is totally a relief because it is going to be warm once again today. You can guess where I will be this afternoon. Or where I will try to be anyway. I have a lot on my agenda for today and have to squeeze it all in by 5pm.
Yesterday’s run was a bit slower than the last few because, naturally, it was in the most hilly part of my whole town. Pushing the stroller up hill is tough, but I still think the downhills are worse. My fear of running down hill with the stroller causes me to put on the brakes big time, which is totally killer on my quads. I have a feeling that I will relax about this some over time.
Today I’m going to visit Kai’s daycare for the first time. Chris checked it out a few weeks ago and was extremely impressed. I hope I feel the same way as there is no turning back at this point; her first day is Monday. Chris said that even for six week old babies, they have lesson plans. I think hers will be pretty basic like having books read to her and tummy time, but I was still surprised. Is that normal for <2 month old babies to have lesson plans at daycare?
Chris is convinced that they will be more nurturing than we would be. I'm not sure, but I do know that I have only squeezed book reading into our day one time. She obviously didn't understand the book, but she did appear to be looking at the pictures.
Tonight we will do our first flight as a family of three. I am kind of terrified. Our plane is scheduled to depart exactly 30 minutes before evening meltdown time. We might make some enemies. At the very least, I will probably be on edge the whole time anticipating the arrival of her blood curdling screams. <– Totally the wrong thing to do. She will sense me being high strung and act crazy for sure.
Wish us luck!